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| Well as you've probably noticed, I really haven't been posting much anymore. In fact my last post was months ago!!! Anyway, due to the recent activity on my site I figured I'd just let you guys know that I'm not really into the xanga thing anymore, so expect very few posts and updates in the future. | | |
| I just paid $3.09 9/10 for gas today! Ahhhh!
RC fuel is still $25-30 per gallon.
In other news I set the record for stripping the steering servo gears at the last RC race I went to. I stripped out the servo in my carpet knife twice! Its rare enough to do it once! Anyway, one was in a qualifiying heat, and I got it repaired for the main. Did it again in the main, and ended up just quiting because I couldn't turn the car to the right. I did do one lap to get it back to the pits, and I had to make 270 degree left turns to get around two of the tracks right handers lol.  | | |
| This post is a little late, but I just got back from a week at the beach last weekend. It was a blast, aside from the fact that I had to share it with 3 extremely annoying 12 year olds, and for some reason none of my friends were allowed to come . Other than that I had a great time. I went sailing, surfing, built sand castles, and ate lots of good seafood. Before I went down, I got to race my new Carpet Knife down at the Gilroy race way. I did extremely well in qualifiers, and started the main in second. Unforutunatly, I bumped wheels with another racer, and my car went flying. It got airborne for a couple feet and landed nose first. When the track marshall finally got to it, and set it back on the track I realized that I had lost steering. I dropped out of the race, and upon further inspection, I found that I had stripped 2 or 3 teeth on my steering servo ! Luckily it was only about a 4 dollar repair, but it did take me out of the race .
I don't know why a lot of these posts are about my car, but I've got a funny story to tell about it this time. While we were at staff training on Monday, a bunch of graduated Seniors came over and used car paint on all the Staff members cars. My car was completely covered! Probably because it sticks out a little more than others. I figured meh no big deal, the paint they used doesn't damage paint, and it comes right off with water. So at lunch I just took the car to the gas station and wiped it off with one of their sponges and a sqeedgee. No problem there, but on the way to the gas station a cop pulled me over. I was completely freaked! He came up the window as asked what I was doing. I told him I was going to the gas station to wash the junk off my car. Then he gave me a long speech about driving with stuff on the windshield or anything that impairs vision being illegal. Then he just...left. He didn't even ask to see my license or my vehicle registration. I think once he started to read what they actually wrote on the car (not to be mentioned here), he thought it was a little funny. I think it was also fairly obvious I didn't put it on myself, and because I told him I was on my way to wash it off, I think he decided to just let it slide. No ticket or anything. It still scared the you know what outta me though.
Staff training is all this week for band camp, so I've been really busy! I'll all you marching band people up there next week. | | |
| Wow! First post in a while! I haven't really been posting this summer, but I do have some news I thought I drop in here, as well as another rant regarding my 944!
Anyway, the good news is that I just received my DL389 (little slip of paper that says I passed the M1 riding class) Now I just have to pass the written test. Hooray.
BTW my mom and I were driving in the car the other day, and we some motorcyclists zig zagging in and out of traffic. She turned over and started yelling about it. Anyway, she threatened to take a slegehammer to my bike (if I ever get one) even if I paid for it myself, if she ever caught me doing something like that on a motorcycle.
Now its rant time!!! Anyway, I was walking out of Quiznos the other day, when BAM! this fucking lady opened her car door right into my porshe! Then of course she just took off! I chased after her on foot, but I only got the first four digits of the license plate. Needless to say, many extremely "nice" words followed in the wake of her huge ass chevy trailblazer. She didn't leave a sizable dent, but we did swap some paint (came off with out leaving much of a smudge), and it hit hard enough to pop the connecting rod off the ballstud inside the door which links the handle to the door's linkage mechanism. So I couldn't get into my CAR! I had to climb in from the passenger side door (not an easy thing to do in a manual transmission car without nutting yourself on the shifter knob) I got the car home, and we had to literally take the entire door off to get at the broken piece. Then such the car is so old they don't make parts for it anymore, we had to go to a salvage yard. We got lucky found the part, and also ripped off a replacement switch for the dashboard (ours had a crack in it). So hours later, we now have the doorback on, and everything works again! Still that stupid lady cost me about 160$, and about 4 hours of my time, and a sore bum from sitting on the shifter while trying to get into my car. Grumble...Grumble... | | |
| Well until about 5 minutes ago, I was having an awsome weekend. Friday I got to go see the new Star Wars movie, which was good, but also a little dissapointing. The action and special effects were amazing as always, but the acting was pretty dismal, and in some cases painful to listen to. Saturday I slept in, and did almost nothing all day. That was good, then that night I drove down to the beach with my family. So today, I spent the morning on the beach. The weather was awsome, sunny, warm, and the water was great. I had a blast. So how did such a great weekend suddenly suck? Well that brings me to five minutes ago. Despite making it across highway seventeen, "the most dangerous road in California," twice on the the way to the beach, the trip was apparently no match to the perils of the Safeway parking lot and really bad drivers and their pick ups. I was pulling into the Shell station to get some gas, when this idiot just backed up right into me. The front of my car was already passed the edge of his rear bumper when he started backing out, so there really wasn't anything I could do but honk the horn and hope he would stop in time. Needless to say. . . he didn't. I got out of the car with my mom, and handled the whole thing pretty well considering there is a good sized dent in the side of the van, and hardly a scratch in the dudes massive steel tailgate and rear bumper. Still minimal damage, and no one was hurt. The guy was pretty cool about it too, he readily admitted that it was completely his fault, he was looking the other way, and wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing. It still sucks though, and its amazing how a small accident like that can completely ruin a good weekend
On a side note, depending on how we settle any claims, my insurance could now be a royal bitch even though it wasn't my fault.
(Hey at least it was my mom's van and not the new GTI or the 944 or any of the cars I end up driving a lot) I guess the dent isn't that bad anyway, but I'm still glad I don't have to drive around with it on my car.
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